All language subtitles for Inspector Lynley Mysteries - S01E04 - Missing Joseph.eng

If one didn't know better,

One might suspect
Sargent Barbara Havers

of having a thing for her
partner Thomas Lynley.

Of course we do know better.

Well-bred Lynley may give
Havers a touch of class,

But she gives his nothing but grief.

When riled she even calls Lynley "a ponce".

Which is english for upper class twit.

In any event, Lynley isn't available.

He's got a thing for his old friend
and colleague, Helen Clyde.

Helen is a profiler.

One of those people who gets into
the hearts and heads of killers.

Lynley wishes he could get into her head,

if not her bed.

But Helen can't forgive Lynley for
suspecting a former lover of murder.

Thwarted passion is
definitely in the air tonight.

The local constable is in
love with one of the suspects.

The vicar's housekeeper carries
a torch for the constable.

But somebody didn't love the victim.

He should have remembered:
"One man's meat is another man's...".

And now... "Missing Joseph".

Oh, that must be my
delivery. I'll get it.

Thank you.

If you just sign here, please.

Come in.

- Hi.
- About time!

Stupid car!

If it's going to break down, why does it
choose a road in the middle of nowhere?

Nice to see you, too.

Sorry. Hello.

See?

The recovery team'll be here soon.

I'll take you back to the hotel.

Here, have my jacket.

I'm really glad you
suggested me for the job.

Why wouldn't I?

You're the best
profiler in the business.

So, what are you working on?

Not much.

The local boys don't like to
give outsiders the good stuff.

One of the drawbacks
of being on attachment.

How's Barbara coping?

She's back in London for few days.

Now her mum's in a home,
she's selling the house.

Congratulations on
cracking the Evans case.

- Quite a result.
- No, it wasn't. It was sordid.

A man goes on TV, tears in his eyes,

begging whoever killed his
wife to give themselves up and

all the time he'd murdered her?

It's enough to put you
off relationships for life!

Thanks.

Lynley.

It's me. Have you seen my lighter?

I might have dropped it in your car.

You must be psychic. Helen and
I were just talking about you.

You have to work on
your seduction technique!

I can't hear the clink
of champagne glasses.

We're in a country lane in Helen's car.

That was quick work!

Thanks. But, until you have all the
information, it's circumstantial evidence.

Oh, come on! Moonlight, all that nature.

Have you told her how you feel?

Got to go. Here comes the cavalry.

- Where is he?
- Hey, try and stay calm.

But where is he?!

I've spoken to your dad.

We'll can start ring
round and try and find him.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Yeah, this is DCI Shepherd.

Where?

DI Lynley.

- DI Lynley.
- Tony Philips.

What do you think happened?

Not certain.

Bluish tinge, lips and
mouth, signs of asphyxiation.

Tony.

- Lynley.
- Sir.

No wonder he didn't make the wedding.

You know the victim, sir?

It's the Rev Robin Sage.

He was due to take a
marriage service this morning.

What the hell?!

What happened to his tongue?

It's swollen, probably
as a result of trauma.

It's severed. He almost bit it off.

Could he have had a fit?

Thanks. I'd never have thought of that!

An epileptic fit maybe,

- possibly poisoning.
- You what?

I'll have to wait
until the postmortem.

Juliet, Mrs. Spence, the vicar
had dinner there last night.

I called in on my round.
She was really ill.

- Well?
- Over the worst I'd say.

I want to go back in.

In a minute, and then...

maybe you shall go and
stay with Josie for a bit.

- I want to see Mum.
- Soon.

Did you tell Mrs. Spence...?
- No.

- What?
- Tell me what?

Mum.

Juliet, I need to talk to
you. It's really important.

You can see your mum
afterwards. Please, love.

Don't "love" me! You're not my dad.

Just give me a moment, hmm?

Please?

Maggie, why don't we go downstairs?

I'm sure he won't be long.

What?

I'm sorry to have to
tell you, but the vicar,

Reverend Sage, died last night.

No. That's not right.
He-he couldn't have.

He had dinner here with
your mum, didn't he?

- Robin did? I thought that...

- What?
- Nothing.

So you didn't eat with the
Reverend Sage and your mother?

No, she packed me off to Josie's.

What's going on?

We do have to find out what happened.

- Is your father around?
- He left when I was younger.

Are you...are you sure Robin's dead?

He's...he's really dead?

I'm afraid so.

Right,

Lynley, I want you to go and
talk to the vicar's housekeeper,

a Miss Polly Yarkin.

Constable, you go with the inspector.

Do the introductions.

We haven't been
introduced. I'm DI Lynley.

Steve, Constable Steve Shepherd.

- DCI Shepherd?
- He's my father.

- Steve!
- This is DI Lynley.

He wants to ask you a few questions.

Please...come in.

Well, one minute, he
was alive and the next...

They said...

he suffered.

I'm afraid so.

How long had you worked for Rev Sage?

Since he got here, four months ago.

When was the last time
you spoke with him?

I asked him if he wanted
dinner. He said he was going out.

And did he tell you he was
going to Juliet Spence's cottage?

No.

But he put his best suit on.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing. I'm just remarking.

Did he ever ask you about
Juliet? About Mrs. Spence?

No.

He never said anything?
You're sure? Even in person?

Why are you asking me
about Juliet Spence?

It's Robin Sage who's dead.

We'll leave it there for
the moment, Miss Yarkin.

I mean, don't get me wrong.
She's bound to be upset.

But Polly's a bit...flaky.

So, what's next?

Check to the SOCO sergeant
may need help preserved scene.

Well I'd be much better use
back at the Spences' cottage.

Not until we've got the
results on cause of death.

I'll call SOCO, tell them
you're on your way...Constable.

Sir.

Have you seen the DCI anywhere?

He's in the shop talking
to Reverend Sage's verger.

Thanks.

- Any progress, sir?
- Bit of a smart aleck, that Tony.

The toxicology report
suggests the Reverend

Sage died of water hemlock poisoning.

Someone poisoned him?

Hemlock grows wild round here.

Juliet Spence picked hemlock,
thinking it was parsnip.

Accidental death.

That's one opinion, sir.

And one the coroner is
most likely to share.

Until we can prove that
beyond reasonable doubt,

- the investigation will continue.
- Sir...

I don't mean to tread on your toes,

but are you aware that your son

is having a relationship
with Juliet Spence?

You what?

I found out accidentally

and as senior investigating officer
in this case, I felt you should know.

You sure?

Thanks.

You've probably saved me a
lot of trouble down the line.

A word, Constable... now.

I stand there while some outsider
tells me about you and Juliet Spence.

What outsider? Lynley.

I had to inform the Super.

He gives me an earful.

Conflict of interest, senior
officer should have known.

Sage wasn't murdered. There is no case.

Not for you and me, there isn't.

- I had to hand it over.
- What?

Who to?

That southern ponce, Lynley.

It was an accident. That's obvious.

How do you know, eh? Because
you're giving her one?

Why the hell didn't you tell me you
were having an affair with Juliet Spence?

- I'm grown-up, my personal life...
- You should've warned me.

This is my career on the line.

- Hello?
- How's the packing going?

Great.

If you feel like
cutting your leave short,

Superintendent Alred has
handed me a suspicious death.

I'd like you back up
here, working with me.

Well, I guess if you can't
crack it without me, then

then looks like I've got no choice.

There's a train at seven...

er, ten past seven.

Pick me up at 10.30.

See you then.

Ok, bye.

Hi. Come on in.

- How was your first day?
- Fascinating.

I hear you're in charge
of the Robin Sage case.

Come in.

- Tony Philips, Helen Clyde.
- Oh, the profiler on the Evans case.

Superintendent Alred is very impress,

has been singing your praises all day.

Well, I'm not sure why. I've only
just found my way to the canteen.

Helen and I know each other from London.

I thought I'd bring you up to
speed on the Robin Sage case.

If you can spare the time.

- Do you want me to leave?
- No, of course not.

Steve Shepherd said that Juliet
Spence spent the night vomiting.

Probably saved her life.

The sympton of hemlock poisoning are

delirium, convulsions
and abdominal pains.

A single mouthful can kill a man.

So...how come she survived?

Because she threw up.

But interestingly, hemlock
doesn't make you vomit.

You are tell me Hemlock
doesn't cause vomiting?

No, not the way she describes.

Two people eat the same meal.

One dies. The other, conveniently,
has a stomach upset and lives.

Exactly.

Hi.

- Have you eaten?
- Oh...thank you.

Yeah, I had a roasted veg
sandwich with organic wholemeal.

I need a cigarette.

- I found your lighter.
- Oh, thank you, sir.

How's your mum
settling into the home?

OK.

Sometimes I go there
and she thinks I'm her sister.

Which isn't so stupid, actually.

Everyone says I look
just like Auntie Joyce.

Except for the nose.

Mum? Mum?

- The police took all the bottles away.
- What happened at the hospital?

- Are you OK?
- It's all right. I'm all right.

Why didn't you tell me
Robin was coming for dinner?

I wanted to talk to him privately.

You should've told
me. I should've known.

Well, you saw me preparing
supper. You could have asked.

Who did you think I'd invited?

Maggie?

You think I don't know. But I know.
I've heard the two of you.

And you panting in his ear,
"I love you, Steve, I love you."

I just want to be sick.

Why didn't you say you
knew about me and Steve?

Why didn't you tell me?

It doesn't mean anything.

It's not like you and me.

What are the gouges in the ground?

Where he dug his heels
in as he thrashed about.

You can see where he
clawed at the earth.

His tongue?

So swollen he'd almost
chewed it in half.

If you're lucky, you
die of heart failure.

- He wasn't lucky?
- No. He asphyxiated.

How long did it take?

Too long.

We know how he died, hemlock poisoning.

We know who served him
the poison, Juliet Spence.

We don't know if she
deliberately give him hemlock,

or did someone else substitute
hemlock for the parsnip.

Not forgetting the
terrible accident theory.

Or it wasn't Reverend Sage
who was supposed to die.

But if the pathologist is right and

this Spence woman made herself vomit,

then... she must have known
she'd eaten something poisonous.

Yeah, but even if she'd deliberately

made herself sick, she could still
have been the intended victim.

PC Shepherd was the first person to

see her after Sage left that night.

How's it going, Lynley?

Early days, sir.

Well, if you're looking for
Steve, you may have a long wait.

He's got a big area to cover.

Looks like we're in luck, sir.

I'd like a few words, please, Constable.

Come back later. There's a trailer
tipped over on the way to Landridge.

- Why are you here, then?
- Who's she?

Detective Sergeant Havers.

Look, why don't I put the kettle on?

You must be very busy, sir.

Yes. I haven't even had time for lunch.

I want it on record that at no time
was my impartiality in question.

Noted.

Why did you keep your relationship
with Juliet Spence quiet?

I resent this.

Were you hiding it from your wife?

My wife...

Annie is dead.

I'm sorry.

That's why he never put
himself up for promotion.

He nursed her at home
until she died a year ago.

If you were both free
agents, why the secrecy?

Juliet didn't want to upset Maggie.

What about Juliet's
relationship with Robin Sage?

- What relationship?
- She invited him round for dinner.

It's a lot trouble.

- To discuss Maggie.
- What about Maggie?

Sage wanted her to go to church,

he'd started a youth club.

Juliet wasn't keen on the idea.

She slaves over a hot stove

just to say Maggie
can't go to a youth club?

Hasn't she got a phone, hasn't she?

She's a hospitable woman.

Yeah, there is something
sexy about men in dog collars.

There was nothing going on!

If you died...

I've got no-one.

I'd have to go into a home.

Oh, Maggie...

I can't produce your
dad for you, sweetheart.

If I could, I would.

In your statement, you said

you called at Juliet Spence's cottage
at 9.15 on the evening of Sage's death.

Juliet's cottage is very isolated.
It's all part of my patrol.

Couldn't find any biscuits.

Sir.

Where was Mrs. Spence?

It's in my statement. In
the bathroom, vomiting.

Did she say she'd taken
anything before she was sick?

What kind of a stupid
question is that...sir?

Simple enough for you to understand.

She was wrenching her guts up! Wasn't
in exactly time over conversation!

You didn't think to call Robin
Sage, find out how he was?

I thought it was just
ordinary food poisoning.

I thought it would run its course.

If Mrs. Spence was throwing up
in the bathroom, who let you in?

I have a key.

How did you know if Sage might
still have been there with Juliet.

It could have been embarrassing.

- He left at nine.
- How do you know?

How do you know, Constable?

Were you spying on Juliet
Spence and Robin Sage?

Mrs. Spence?

Detective Inspector Lynley
and Detective Sergeant Havers.

How are you feeling?

Dreadful. What do you expect?

Perhaps you shouldn't
have discharged yourself.

About Robin!

Reverend Sage.

You remember that case,

a butcher, all those people
dying of E.coli from his shop.

I remember thinking, how
do you live with that?

You and Reverend Sage must have got on
well for you to invite him for dinner.

I think it's easier to discuss
things over a meal, more relaxing.

Were you anticipating a row?

No.

Why didn't you want Maggie
to go to his youth club?

We're not churchgoers.
It seems hypocritical.

Not if Maggie wanted to and
Reverend Sage didn't mind.

I was just trying to, I don't know,
trying to set some moral standards.

Does that include your
relationship with Steve Shepherd?

I need some advice.

Maggie told me about the house rule,

the only people you can
trust are your family.

Sounds a bit harsh.

Typical teenager interpretation.

We've moved around a bit.

It makes it hard to sustain friendships.

She considered Reverend Sage a friend.

Well, he was a good
listener and he wasn't me.

Been acting up, has she?

Look, this has nothing to do
with Maggie. She wasn't even here.

Was she here when you
were cooking the meal?

Yes.

Did you leave her alone
in the kitchen at any time?

No.

What, you didn't use the
phone? Go to the bathroom?

Maggie's my daughter.
Are you suggesting...?

I'm sorry, I'm not listening to this.

Well?

I was wondering what
to do about Robin's...

the vicar's things.

I don't know who his next of kin is.

Well, you just leave everything
as it is for the moment.

Is that it?

I want to be friends again.

Annie knew.

I walked in and she knew.

My wife's dying

and we're rolling around
on that stinking barn floor.

She knew.

You make it sound disgusting,
like we did something wrong.

Is that why you went with Mrs. Spence?

To punish me?

You and me are special.

"You and me" is over.

It never started.

But I loved you first.

I loved you before Annie,

- before Juliet Spence.
- How much did you love me, Polly?

Enough to poison Juliet?

Only you kill Reverend Sage instead?

- No.
- What you hope for now Annie?

They jail her for murder and
you can have me all to yourself?

Water hemlock poisoning doesn't present itself
in the way you've described, Mrs. Spence.

Al I know is I had to be sick.

Did you make yourself sick?

Yes, I took an emetic. It was in one
of the bottles the police took away.

Why didn't you tell Steve
Shepherd at the time?

I didn't have to. He
could see the bottle.

In fact...yeah,
he poured me the second dose.

Just to make sure.

Why did Shepherd lie about the emetic?

To protect her.

- He thinks she killed Sage.
- Or it was a terrible accident,

but he knows how bad it would look if
we found out that she made herself sick.

How about this?

Sage is coming to dinner,
Shepherd's jealous.

He swops the parsnip for the hemlock.

We know he's watching the cottage.

He intended to call Juliet, anyway.

If she hadn't already made
herself sick, he had to, so

he encouraged her to take
another dose of the emetic.

He's obviously crazy about Juliet.
He wouldn't risk killing her.

Sir, not everyone's as
romantic in love as you are.

If Shepherd is a psychopath,
he might chance it.

Set up a meeting for me
with Rev Sage's bishop.

Talk to his church wardens
and the parish council.

Someone must know who
his next of kin is.

- Can I have a word?
- Of course.

Thanks, Andy.

I re-read the Sage report. It says
that Juliet Spence is a herbalist.

She calls herself an
alternative therapist. Why?

Water hemlock roots differ from that of
other members of the Umbelliferae root.

Wild parsnip has a single root.

Water hemlock has a
tuberous bundle of roots.

And you say that Juliet
Spence would know this.

There are other characteristics,
obviously she notes it.

Cut lengthways, water hemlock
displays nodes and internodes.

Sorry, it was either biology or
communication skills at my school.

I took communication skills.

Tony Philips, our
pathologist. Barbara Havers.

Barbara Havers... I finally
get to put a face to the name.

- Sorry?
- I worked with the Met last year.

They were offering 5-1 that your partnership
wouldn't make it out of the paddock.

- I beg yor pardon?
- A bit of fun.

I'm sure they'll be glad Barbara's
found someone to work with.

You know call me a snob, Tony,

but given the choice
between working with a

clever, considerate man or a mouthy git,

I know who I'd choose.

Well, you've obviously
got her broken in, Lynley.

If you're ever hard up,
you're on to a dead cert.

No, it's OK, sir.

Tony spends his time
cutting up dead people.

He can't help having
a warped, sick mind.

This warped sick mind has
come to the conclusion that

Juliet Spence had to know
that hemlock has chambers.

If she cooked the hemlock,
it wasn't an accident, but murder.

Execpt, Tony, Juliet Spence isn't the
only one with access to the cottage.

There's Maggie, Steve Shepherd.

What about Polly Yarkin?

She's crazy about Steve.

Who knows what that
might drive her to do?

I want another
house-to-house first in.

Check who was in the vicinity of Juliet's
cottage on the day of Sage's death.

What exactly did Tony
Philips say to her?

It doesn't matter.

- Come on, eat your food. Sit down!
- No!

Poor kid. No wonder he's miserable.
He should be in bed by now.

You don't want children, do you?

I'm not sure. You?

Yes.

I suppose so.

- Sometime.
- Do your duty?

Keep on in there till

your exhausted wife provides
the next male heir of Asherton?

We're talking about love, not livestock.

I remember my dad dug
in behind the paper.

He hated the noise, the mess,

the fact my mother couldn't
give him her undivided attention.

One day you're gonna come to me all gooey-eyed,
saying you've found the father of your children.

I don't do gooey!

Besides, before long, we
won't need you men at all.

Maybe, but think of all that
pleasure you'd be missing.

- Everything OK?
- Yeah, fine, thanks.

I can have him up in front
of a disciplinary board.

No. No, I'd just prefer it if you just

held him against a
wall and I just hit him.

I'll leave it, then.

James!

Come here! I'm tired!

- I know you're tired, darling.
- Come on. Come on, James.

- Come on.
- No! No!

The joys of family life.

You'll have a wife and kids one day.

Your sort always do.

Probably have them
delivered from Harrods.

Night, then.

Yes, I know, I'm sorry.

It's a rushed job. Sergeant Havers
could be back in a few days.

The keys are with the
neighbour at number 16.

If you have any problems,
get her to give me a call.

All right. Thanks.

Yeah, this is the
spot. I dug it up here.

Can you see any plants now
that look like wild parsnip?

- No, I can't.
- What does the book say, Sergeant?

- That one maybe.
- Give it a go.

What do you think, Mrs. Spence?

I'm not sure.

No, don't! It...

Why not?

Why not, Mrs. Spence?

That isn't parsnip.
It's water hemlock.

Are yoy saying

when you dug up the parsnip for Robin
Sage, did you know it was hemlock?

It has one root. I would have noticed.

What ar you say?

The only way the hemlock in your coocking
pot is if someone else must have put that.

No... I'm not sure.

When...

Maggie was little,

and... ate too much cake, like kids do,

did you used to give her an emetic?

What?

Maggie knows that the minute
her mum eats something bad,

- she makes herself sick.
- I've told you...

- Do you consider yourself a good mum?
- Yes.

So you must have taught Maggie
which plants are poisonous.

Maggie didn't do it. I was with
her in the kitchen, all the time.

No, you weren't.

We did a
house-to-house.

At 5.13 on the evening
of Robin Sage's death,

you had a Parcel Force delivery.

The driver remembers it very
clearly. You were his last call.

He had a cold, you
suggested several remedies.

He says you were on the
doorstep for almost ten minutes.

Was Maggie alone then?

Why would Maggie want to
kill anyone? It's absurd!

I'd like permission
to interview your daughter.

No, it's out of the question.

Why don't you want us to talk
to her daugther, Mrs. Spence?

Detective Inspector Lynley would
like to ask you a few questions.

- What about?
- Robin Sage.

If she doesn't want to talk...

I'm not a kid.

Just go, will you?

When you were younger,

your mum used to take you with her when
she went out collecting wild plants?

Me, I'm hopeless. I don't
know one plant from another.

I'm as good as Mum.

So you don't make mistake,

you'd know the difference between
wild parsnip and water hemlock?

Well, maybe. It depends.

If you didn't know Robin Sage
was coming to dinner that night,

who did you think your
mum was cooking for?

Who cares. I wasn't interested.

Steve?

Your mum invites her
boyfriend round and you're

shunted off to some
mate's and you don't care?

Yeah.

Do you have a boyfriend?

- No.
- Bet all your mates have.

All that stuff they
have to gossip about.

Did they kiss?

How far did they get? And
you're stuck on the outside.

I don't want their stupid
boyfriends. They're just kids.

Oh, you mean you prefer
your men older? Like Steve?

I've got it, sir.

She fancies Steve Shepherd.

No, I don't. I hate him. I
hate everything about him.

Margaret Spence,

you do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your
defence if you do not mention

- something you later rely on in court.
- No. You've got it all wrong.

You don't understand!

- I spoke to Robin.
- What did he say?

He told me to do nothing.

He said he knew it was hard, but it
wasn't always going to be me and Mum.

That one day I'd leave.
Have a life of my own.

Why didn't you want your mum just now?

She didn't like you seeing Robin Sage?

Robin was my friend.

Every time she banged on about it,
it felt like she was spoiling it.

What else did you and Robin
talk about?

Everything.

Books I read, favourite movies.

What I wanted to do, my dreams.

He would say...

What did he say, Maggie?

He said I was a unique person.

If she thought Steve
was coming to dinner

and she knew her mum takes an
emetic whenever she feels ill,

she still could have
killed Robin by mistake.

OK. We don't rule her out.

I can see why Maggie liked Robin,

a father figure, her own special friend.

But why was he so interested in her?

Lynley.

That interview you
wanted with the bishop...

Finally I make contact.

Would you like a drink?

Cup of Tea?

- There's some sherry.
- Yours?

Alchemical Magic, Herbs And Spices.

I don't know. Possibly.
Where did you get it?

Your bedroom.

"H for hemlock.
Dig when the plant is dormant."

I don't understand.

Quite a habit you've got,
spying on Juliet's cottage.

- You got it wrong.
- You see leave the cottage.

- Did you slip into the kitchen?
- No.

And put water hemlock
in her cooking pot?

L for love. A love potion!

Like she must have given you.
That's why I bought the book.

I drink it, you look at me...

But you don't, do you? just
see what you want to see.

I see a sick, twisted human being.

You made soup for my
wife before she died.

What are you saying?

Not only did I try to kill
Juliet, I killed Annie, too?

Did you?

- Like you wanted to do me?
- You what?

You were relieved the day she died.

Nothing was good enough for Annie.

"The tea is too cold."

"Tea too strong."

She even managed to blame you
for her cancer, you remember?.

- Shut it.
- The only moments of pleasure,

of joy of love you had
that year were with me.

You helped Annie on her way, so
you could have me. You don't get me.

I meet Juliet and you decide to kill
her, only you end up murdering Robin Sage.

Deep down, you love me. You now, you do.

Love?

You and me wasn't love.

Banging away on the floor like animals.
Banging away like stinking, filthy animals.

(Oh, come on!)

Cake?

No, thanks.

We're here on police business.

You're still one of God's family.

- Try an eclair.
- I said no.

That was a bit sharp.

I'm not a flaming charity case.

She offered you a cake, that's all.

Look, you may enjoy
eating cucumber sandwiches,

surrounded by...

..braying women with upturned
flowerpots on their heads,

but I don't, thank you, sir.

Sage originally came from Cornwall.

He was such a terrible loss.

Your marvellous record,

youngest archdeacon,

lecturer, fantastic fund-raiser.

And why did he give all that
up to become a parish priest?

His wife... Suzanna, committed suicide.

Suicide? How?

Threw herself over the side of
a ferry on the way to France.

And when was this?

About twelve years ago. I
really don't know much about it.

It must have been
extremely traumatic for him.

I realise I didn't know
Robin very well at all.

Before he moved here, he
seemed quite different.

How do you mean?

A man of great faith,
strong convictions.

He changed?

In the last few months,
he seemed uncertain, distressed.

He didn't tell you
what was troubling him?

God forgive me, I should have asked.

He wasn't troubled, Inspector.

He was in crisis.

What are you doing?

For now tou only eat food
that can't be tampered with.

I don't understand.
You're not responsible.

It wasn't your fault.

How do you mean?

It wasn't Robin Sage that
was meant to die. It was you.

Suzanna Sage committed
suicide twelve years ago.

Robin Sage moves parishes often.

Formed a very close relationship
with "the unique" Maggie, and

an under-age teenager.

Hence the crisis. Juliet kills him.

I'm sorry, sir, but why
didn't she report it?

Tell PC Shephers.

Maggie was fond of Sage,

said she wouldn't testify against him.

Yes, but is enoughto make Juliet
take the law into her own hands and

kill him?

She's her mum. Who knows what
she'd do to protect her daughter.

We need to talk to
the housekeeper, Polly.

Find out if she was in the
vicarage when Maggie used to visit.

Bit dark in here.

What happened, Polly?

Fell down the back steps.

Stupid, I'd just washed them.

That's typical me, racing about.

Perhaps we should get
you to the hospital.

No.

Would you like to talk to Barbara alone?

No, of course not.

Just between you and me.
It might help.

What?

You think...?

I fell down the back steps.

Honest. Look, you came to ask questions
about Reverend Sage, so fire away.

Why don't we take a seat?

Did Reverend Sage ever
talk about his wife?

What wife?

She committed suicide twelve years ago.

He never said.

He never even mentioned her.

He didn't seem interested in women.

What about Maggie Spence?

I gather she came here quite often.

Yes, but she's just a kid.

What did they do?

Sat in his study together
and talked their heads off.

- Did her mum ever come?
- No.

June 10th, Social Services, 12.30.

Well, why visit the Social Services?

How about he was seeing a social worker?

Same question, Havers, why?

Maybe you're right.

Robin Sage and Maggie
wasn't the problem.

All those
heart-to-hearts together,

maybe what he learnt from Maggie
was that Juliet was an unfit mother

and decided to talk to the
Social Services about it.

He went to London on
June 10th, 8.30 train.

Well, whoever he was seeing at
Social Services was in London.

Why were they interested
in a girl in Lancashire?

Inspector!

PC Shepherd's got some
information on the Sage case.

Polly Yarkin, I'm disgusted to
say, has an obsession with me.

I found this in her cottage.

Look under H, for hemlock.

- So you interviewed her yourself?
- Yaeh, gave her the personal touch.

- Come on Sergeant...
- You took the law into your own hands.

You tell the kick from
hitting for your father.

So, you get your kicks

from hitting female suspects?

- Slanderous cow!
- She punched herself in the mouth?

What is it with you?

Maggie?

Kids at school were yelling stuff.

"Your mum's a psycho."

Is that what you think?

No. It's all wrong. You didn't do it.

Whatever's happened, Maggie,
we'll get through this together?

Yeah.

Mum, it's Barbara.

Well, I said I'd ring.

Barbara, your daughter.

No, I'm not coming to take you home.

Well, I explained.

You like it there! Yes, you do!

You told me you liked
it last time I came.

Last week, Mum.

I came to see you last week.

It appears as if Steve Shepherd
is on the verge of a breakdown.

Jealous, paranoid, violent.

- But...
- Is he a murderer?

It all seems too premeditated.

I think he's more likely
to strike out in anger.

Have you got anything on Polly Yarkin?

A cheap spell book,

unrequited passion for said PC Shepherd.

I'll wait and see if something more substantial
turns up before we question her again.

What about Maggie Spence?

Angry, confused only child,

desperate to hang on to
her mother's affections.

The things we put
ourselves through for love.

Is there something
you're not telling me?

Why?

- Nothing.
- Come in.

The stuff on Robin
Sage's dead wife, Suzanna,

it'll be here in half an hour.

Thanks.

- There's no point in you staying.
- That's all right.

No, no. I've got loads of things to do.

There's no point in both
of us hanging around.

Thank you. Marvellous.

- Night, Andy.
- Night, Governor.

Yeah, I appreciate there'll be
overtime. Just send me the bill.

Thank you.

Can I give you a lift to the hotel?

Great.

I'd love a drink.

Yeah.

- Afraid we're out of luck.
- Never mind.

I hadn't realised it was so late.

Hi. Room six, please.

- Twelve, please.
- Thanks.

- See you in the morning.
- Yeah.

Room service.

D'you think we'll be sitting
together like this when we're 90?

Some knight in shining armour will
have whisked you away before then.

Are you saying you rescue me?

It's OK, you don't have to answer.

This isn't advisable
behaviour for close friends.

Suzanna, Robin Sage's late wife,

committed suicide on a ferry
to France twelve years ago.

It was a rough crossing
and she went to the loo,

complaining of feeling
sick. She never came back.

Did the police investigate Robin Sage?

Yes. There were no signs
of a struggle. No witnesses.

Her handbag was found
in the car with a note.

What did it say?

"Sorry, can't carry on."

Her passport was in her bag. There
was no trace of her on the ship and...

she couldn't have got
off the ferry in France.

Is it the way I tell them?

- What about the body?
- Um, it was... it was never found,

but here's the best bit...

I'll get them to bring
a fresh pot of coffee.

Thanks, but I'm driving back to London.

- London?
- I've got some research to do.

I don't want to disturb your work.

We'll speak later. ... Bye, Barbara.

I'll be back in a minute.

Thank you very much.

Why are you running away?

Don't be melodramatic.

I've got a job to do, so have you.

I'll ring you later.

Did something happen last night?

Anything else?

Yeah, actually.

Robin and Suzanna had
a.. a son...Joseph.

He died when he was three months old.

Get back onto the incident room.

I want everything they can
find on Robin Sage's dead wife.

Yeah.

We've turned up a sister for
Suzanna Sage, Kate Gutterman.

She's a social worker. Lives in London.

What do you think happened
to your sister on that ferry?

Robin Sage killed her.

Maybe he didn't actually push her
over the side, but...he killed her.

How do you mean?

Joseph, their baby son,
was running a temperature.

Robin insisted that he should
sleep in the other room.

The next day, Joseph was dead.

How was their relationship then?

How do you think? Terrible.

That's why I know he did or said
something to make her end it.

That's a very serious accusation.

Suzanna came to see me
weeks before she died.

She'd been a social worker,
too, before she was married.

She'd decided to write a book.

I let her borrow some case notes.

That's illegal.

She was my sister! I trust her my life!

What's this got to do
with her state of mind?

Suddenly she was the old Suzanna again.

Energised, focused.

Then she committed suicide?

Her only epitaph, a note saying,
"Sorry, I can't carry on."

- Have you seen anything of Sage since?
- He did come to visit me a couple of months ago.

After all this time, suddenly he cares.

He wanted to know what Suzanna and I

had talked about in the
last weeks of her life.

Who she saw, where she went...

- How often did he come?
- Once was enough.

We found tickets for
several trips to London.

Did he have any friends here?

No, not that I know of.

There were no photographs
of Suzanna in the vicarage.

I never go anywhere without it.

They never found her.

If I'd had a body to bury, maybe
things would have been easier.

Do you know a woman
called Juliet Spence?

No.

How old would Joseph
have been if he'd lived?

Nearly thirteen. Why?

Did Suzanna have any
children before Joseph?

No, he was a bit of a miracle.

They'd been trying for
years to have a baby.

Somehow it just hadn't happened.

Juliet Spence is Suzanna Sage,

Robin Sage's supposedly dead wife.

She must have got a passport
in the name of Juliet Spence,

faked suicide,

slipped into France, then

come back here and started a new life.

With new child. That can't
be her biological daughter.

Becuase Maggie's only 14 years old.

The sister said she didn't
have any kids before Joseph.

If she isn't Juliet's child, who is she?

Dodgy adoption deal?

Juliet comes to London,

sees her sister's files.

She's her old self.

She buys Maggie off one
of her sister's clients?!

Look, why don't you go home?

I call in the office, can to run a check

on all Kate's clients
of twelve years ago,

make sure all children
are accounted for.

I don't believe this!

Get me a discreet check
on all these families.

Oh, and all reported cases of missing
babies in London 12-14 years ago,

with special attention to the area
that Juliet Spence's sister worked.

Not now.

Helen...

why don't we go over there?

We're not supposed to
leave our assembly points.

All right,
let's have the conversation here.

Last night... It was fun.

Yes. It was a lot of other
things, too. You know that!

I'm just trying to put
things in perspective.

- Two mates, away from home.
- You never lie to me.

You see?

Sex changes everything.

No, it doesn't, fear does, and
you've nothing to be frightened of.

- You're my confidant, my...
- Oh, the best friend speech.

I've been rehearsing it all day.

And there was me thinking you were basking
in the glow of last night's passion.

You know too much about me.

You can't honestly think I'd abuse that.

No, not deliberately.

It's myself I don't trust, my judgement.

Oh, you think I'm a bad choice?

Maybe for me, yes.

I'll ruin it. I always do.

I won't let you ruin
it, if you don't let me.

I'm sorry, Tommy. The answer's no.

It's safe to go back in the building.

Well, if that's what you
want, I have to respect that.

It doesn't mean I'm giving up.

Sir!

How much did it cost?

I don't think we should have
this conversation in public.

I don't believe you.

I mean, how could you do that?

You totally redecorated my house!

Who do you think you are,
interfering in my life?

I did mean to upset you.
I thought I was helping.

The earl patronising the peasants?!

- Go away!
- Come in.

You might find these interesting, sir.

Thank you very much.

All right. Come on Lynley, explain.

How does letting a bunch of
decorators loose in my house help me?

You be honest, couldn't sell
it till you'd done it up.

And you're paying a mortgage
for a flat you're not living in.

That is my business, not yours.

I thought we'd forged some
sort of a bond, however bizarre.

I thought showing some
concern was permitted.

Concern?

This is fascism. I don't
even like duck white.

Concern because you're sitting
there, avoiding the inevitable.

If I hadn't done it, you never would.

You patronising, sanctimonious...

OK...

I have been stalling.

I am a coward.

I'm panicking about leaving because
the thought of coming home to nothing is

more scary than coming home to a
mother who doesn't know who I am.

I keep putting off
visiting my mum because she

because she doesn't understand
I am dismantling her life

and packing it into cardboard boxes.

Now that,

is my problem and I don't need you to show
me that I am an inadequate human being.

Right.

What I did... was inexcusable.

I'm very sorry.

But one thing you are not
is an inadequate human being.

And another thing.

The brushwork on the pipes in
the bathroom is really sloppy.

I'll tell them.

Work?

Please.

Aparently,

two little girls went missing from
the area that Juliet's sister covered.

According to these,

if they are alive now,

they would be the same
age as Maggie Spence.

You can have another
juice hen you finish that!

- Detective Sergeant Havers...
- Have you found her?

Oh, no. Sorry.

I'm just going through old case
notes, seeing if we missed anything.

Hi. Is your mum in?

Mum...!

Has someone been onto the Social?

Do you have a social worker?

Yeah. Kate Gutterman.

Boys, outside.

Have you had her long?

Fifteen years or so.

I got pregnant at school.

Are you still with the
father of that baby?

No, I told him to sling it.

Would it be easier if
your husband was here?

He left, a couple of years ago now.

Started again with a new family.

If you're a mum, you feel
it differently, don't you?

the newspaper report said that your
daughter, um, Cass, had brown hair.

Red.

They got it wrong.

Red hair and green eyes,

like her grandma.

What happened to baby Jessie?

I had her in the pram.

I met my mates, all tarted up.

They said, "Come for a quick drink."

I put the pram by the open door.

Then some moron said
there was a draught.

Shut it.

I finished my drink, went out...

..and she'd gone.

What happened then?

Police came.

The scum suggested
I'd done away with her.

Why did they think that?

She'd broken her leg.

Before it wasn't me. It was her dad.

He always was a clumsy prat.

You were lucky the authorities
gave you another chance.

My husband, Chris, he loves kids.

Kate got me off the at risk register.

Did a vicar visit you recently?

The one writing a book
about losing a kid?

I told him.

- Jessie isn't dead.
- How do you know?

Just do.

Can you confirm for me how
old would Jessie be now?

Fourteen.

Come on!

- I drew a blank.
- I didn't.

Juliet learned of Elaine's
baby from her sister's files.

She thinks, 15-year-old mum,

baby's had a broken leg,

what chance he is got?

She stalks Elaine, first
opportunity she steals the baby.

It's Inspector Lynley here, sir.

I need you get a team of officers

to Juliet Spence's house

and arrest her on
suspicion of murder, now.

Tom, Andy, come with me.

Juliet? It's me. Pick up the phone.

I need to talk to you.

I don't understand this, Juliet.

Lynley's lot want to talk to you again.

They found it an hour ago,

no sign of any passengers.

No report incident.

There's blood on the passenger
side, so the girl may be injured.

Right.

If I were Juliet I'd
get as far as I could

before the car is
discovered and we're called.

Then I'd hole up, give Maggie a rest,

move on under cover of darkness.

Where could she go, Steve?

Anywhere. Loads of
outbuildings round here.

Come on, Steve, if you know, tell him,

not for me, but for the kid.

How about of the direccion of Bentham?

Maybe she try to get
the train in the morning.

Oh, come on! That's the first place
she'll know we'll look!

OK, I suggest we get men

covering a six-mile
radius, from this point.

If you could get them to move
from the outside in, please, sir.

They're not going to
get very far on foot.

I'll get onto it.

I appreciate how hard this is
for you, Steve, but it's over.

No.

Juliet pretended to be dead for twelve
years, she took another person's identity.

She stole a baby. She deceived
her husband and then murdered him.

The Juliet Spence you fell
in love with never existed.

Help me, Steve.

Come on!

There used to be an old railway
track run through the vale.

They closed it down.

She could be in the
old railway building.

Here.

She could make it within three
hours under reasonable cover.

Once you're in the
vale, it's easy walking.

Right.

She's got a shotgun with her.

Call the Armed Response Unit.

Call DCI Shepherd.

Get his men to cut their engines and
pull up when they get to the corner.

More closer she can scare.

Sir.

It's Maggie's.

We wait for the ARU.

You can't have armed police
bursting in. Think of Maggie.

Juliet's got a gun. We take no chances.

Steve!

Juliet, love.

Don't be scared.

I'm coming in.

Possible one man down.
Request immediate back-up.

It's Inspector Lynley, Juliet.

Why don't I just come in?

No officers, no guns, just me.

Just so you know it's loaded.

Put the gun down, Juliet, love. Come on.

Are you all right, Maggie?

She's going to learn the truth soon.

It should come from you.

Mum, please!

Everything I did...

I did it for you.

You killed him?

- You really killed Robin Sage?
- He was going to take you away from me.

- They'll put you in jail for life.
- No, I won't let them.

Please, Mum, I want to go home now.

I love you more than anything
in the whole world, sweetheart.

Is this how you intend to prove it?

By murdering two police
officers in front of her?

Sergeant!

Suzanna Sage...

- What?
- Suzanna Sage,

I'm arresting you on
suspicion of murder.

I'll explain!

The caution, Sergeant.

- Mum! Wherever they take you, I'm coming, too.
- Come on, Maggie.

Come on!

- Don't make it harder than it is.
- Just a few more minutes, please!

Mum!

She's my baby.

No, she isn't.

Her real mum's in London,
living a nightmare every day

because you decided to play
judge and jury and stole her baby.

And now Maggie,

who you say means more to you
than anything in the world,

is left with nothing.

No home, no friends, no family...

no mother.

Nothing.

Decided what colour to
paint the new flat yet?

Not duck white, that's for sure.

So, what about you and Helen?

- There's always tomorrow.
- Yep.

I suppose so.

Subtitles by Dorothy Moore
BBC Broadcast 2002